Difference between revisions of "MaruMA:Volume13:Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...!"
m (Nav fixed) |
|||
| Line 53: | Line 53: | ||
-- What are you saying, eh? |
-- What are you saying, eh? |
||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | |||
| Line 86: | Line 59: | ||
| + | *[[MaruMA:Volume13:Chapter 8|Chapter 8]] |
||
| + | *[[MaruMA:Volume13:Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...! |Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...!]] [[http://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/50465121/Novela%2013%20-%20capitulo%20especial.pdf Spanish]] |
||
| + | *[[MaruMA:Volume13:Afterword|Afterword]] |
||
| Line 96: | Line 72: | ||
{| border="1" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" style="margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;" |
{| border="1" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" style="margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;" |
||
|- |
|- |
||
| − | | Back to [[MaruMA: |
+ | | Back to [[MaruMA:Volume13:Chapter 8|Chapter 8]] |
| Return to [[MA_Series|MA Series]] |
| Return to [[MA_Series|MA Series]] |
||
| − | | Forward to [[MaruMA: |
+ | | Forward to [[MaruMA:Volume13:Afterword|Afterword]] |
|- |
|- |
||
|} |
|} |
||
Revision as of 11:59, 6 February 2015
Status: Incomplete
2/25 pages completed
4/50 parts completed
Volume13:Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...!
Mirror's Depth
Who's the Demon King's future Queen?...!
Short Story
Part 1
“This isn’t good”, at that moment I thought, but I was already late.
Murata expression changed when he passed by the businessman. The two of us crashed, Murata and I lost our balance and we fell twenty-five stairs downwards
My name is Shibuya Yuri, which isn’t the stop for Harajunko. Today, I had gone to meet with my friend at the gate of the ticket office of district’s train station . The time was five and sixteen minutes, February 13 a Saturday.
I am very punctual; it’s rare that I arrived two minutes after the appointment. But this time I was climbing slippery stairs two by two, after covered with last night’s snowfall.
My classmate from 7,8,9 during junior high school, Murata Ken , he had worn cute camel colored coat with double flaps and a black scarf. As it seemed, we weren't going to meet at ticket office gate. He began coming down the stairs.
I remembered, he had just finished the PSAT. Carrying the briefcase for his schoolwork on his left shoulder, holding it place with one hand.
-- Stop, Murata! It’s dangerous; you are going to fog up your glasses.
-- No, Shibuya, it’s the other way are around. The reverse makes fog; when you pass from a cold place to hot one, like when you eat noodles.
He said at the foot of the stairs, just arriving at half-time. As, I squat clutching the handrail, while desperately inhaling cold air into my lungs.
-- Hey…sorry for being late
-- No you aren’t late
-- But it was I who asked you to accompany me to check the bookstores! Don’t you know that in situations like this, I should arrive 15 minutes before at the agreed place and be waiting for you?
-- What are you saying, eh?
| Back to Chapter 8 | Return to MA Series | Forward to Afterword |
